"There!" she exclaimed vehemently.

"You can see what I'm going to be.

Nothing! Absolutely nothing! You can sing?
Of course you can sing! It is written all over you." "Anyone with half wit could have seen he could sing, without having to be told," she thought.

"It's in the slenderness of his fingers and his quick nervous touch.

It is in the brightness of his hair, the fire of his eyes, the breadth of his chest, the muscles of his throat and neck; and above all, it's in every tone of his voice, for even as he speak it's the sweetest sound I ever heard from the throat of a mortal." "Will you do something for me ?" she asked.
"I'll do anything in the world you want me to," said Freckles largely, "and if I can't do what you want, I'll go to work at once and I'll try 'til I can." "Good! That's business!" said the Angel.